Iron Poet

[BDBoop]

Written for a next generation family member who doesn't have time for his closest aunt anymore.

Admiration and respect
are not meant to be given freely
like love.
People are not meant for pedestals.
If someone makes a concerted effort
to keep me at arms length,
it behooves me to return the favor.
Even though it hurts.

 

[Impenitent]

(Who Wrote the Book of Love)

I wonder wonder do, oouu do
Why would liberals watch Fox News

Tell me, tell me, tell me, oh do
Why would liberals watch Fox News

I've got to know the answer
Why would someone from above

I wonder wonder why, be-do-do do,
Why would liberals watch Fox News

I, I love you darlin'
Baby you know I do
But Once you've seen our Fox News
You'ld know it's not for you

I wonder wonder why, be-doooo
Why would liberals watch Fox News

Chorus:

Fox and Friends serves up a breakfast
Of coffee and a heaping plate of ODS

Cavuto's Your World huddle
Is always inside our bubble

Megyn will be the first to tell you
It's just math they do to sell you

And Sean oh Sean our shining star,
Oh be still my heart!
We never, never, never, never, ever wanna part

So why, oh why, tell me why
Before I die
Would liberals watch Fox News

Eta: why would you

 

[BDBoop]

I think you just broke the poetry thread by bastardizing a song.

 

[Impenitent]

I think you just broke the poetry thread by bastardizing a song.

I like to think of more as a love child.

 

[Capstone]

I thought about tomorrow yesterday,
as yesterday's tomorrow came my way.

Then suddenly tomorrow was today,
and could become tomorrow's yesterday,

if that tomorrow's ever called "today"
(today's today would then be yesterday).

So', new tomorrows and new yesterdays
will only come to pass with new todays.​

Was I finished?

 

[Impenitent]

One more love child:

Moondance

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the $ $ signs up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to take a blind chance
'Neath the cover of debt ceiling lies
And all the unemployment figures are falling
Regardless of how loudy Jack Welch can blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play dirty and low
And whatever I offer, I'll
have to whisperand hush
Or those bleeding liberals will whimper, "Obama again got crushed"

And your tears of joy bring out the Orange glow of your blush

[Chorus]
Can I just have one more moondance with you, you trouble dealer
Can I take just one more chance with you, you double-dealer

Well, I want to finish my deal with you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight to your caucus you can run
And when you come, Kantor will be waiting
To make sure you don't take the credit alone
There and then we'll strip
social security bare
There and then my base will revolt and disown
But I have jobs legislation to pass, beside
With this feather in your cap, you'll forever preside

[Chorus]

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the $ $ signs up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to take a blind chance
'Neath the cover of debt ceiling lies
And all the unemployment figures are falling
Regardless of how loud Jack Welch can blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play dirty and low
And whatever I offer, I'll
have to whisper and hush
Or those bleeding liberals will whimper, "Obama again got crushed"


One more moondance with you tonight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more chance wiith you double-dealer


One
Last
Moondance

 

[freedombecki]

one stunning western bluebird tribe
announce the pleasant spring
avians, they, sing time away
as florets fall with pomes on wall becoming fruited fence
and moondances are heightened as fidelities commence

white petals graced with heaven's scent
bring pollinating bees
so future plants will n'er relent
to bring fair birds so often heard in food fight's fray
the last of them on fickle whim move on and fly away​

 

[Capstone]

...and fly away​

A wooden cross in overalls
that *should* have frightened crows away
became the perch on which their caws
invited others down to play

amid the crops so carefully
aligned and planted by the hands
that grabbed the Browning Citori
to crash their dinner party plans

with rounds of #8 bird-shot,
to waste as many of the thieves
as possible before the lot
could fly to safer heights' reprieves...

and learn the hard way from the scare,
if not the scarecrow in the maize,
to fear the one who placed it there
and stay beyond the farmer's gaze.​

Speaking of bird-watching...

 

[Statistikhengst]

"Eli, Eli, Sabachtani"​

"Moans, pains, sighs,
terribly salty, blooded tears,
evaporated in the searing light of an unrepentant sun,
using the uncooperative ground to scorch those who hung from the trees.

But the one (but the one) in the middle (in the middle),
between the two robbers,
Oh, anguish, oh anguish, oh ANGUISH!
The true, undeniable pain and tears,
terribly salty, blooded tears -
Now gone, but marked by a stained trail.

An elegy from Mankind, for one Man, a son of G-d,
Misery, pain, and the wretching aloneness....aloneness.
"Eli, Eli Sabachtani!"

And then

(sigh - barely audible).

No more."


-Statistihengst, Spring 1990, composed for Good Friday of that year. SSATTB a capella chorus.

 

[Capstone]

Audible No More

Let's walk between these cemetery stones
inscribed with all that matters in the end --
the names and dates above the buried bones
of lovers, family members, and our friends.

Let's pause before the least of all of those --
a crumbling little block of chalky white
atop the grave for whom God only knows,
whose epitaph has faded out of sight.

Let's mourn this loss above all others here --
the loss of more than life itself unknown,
but also, resurrecting all our fears,
of tears of those who placed this precious stone.​

Forget the rules...

 

[Impenitent]

Good Thing

The one good thing in my party
Has gone away
I don't know why
Its gone away
It went somewhere with Mitt
Somewhere I can't follow it

The one good thing didn't stay too long
Woo who who who
My back was turned and it was gone
Hey hey hey

Good thing
Where have you gone
Doo doo doobie doo
My good thing
You've been gone too long
Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo

People say I should forget
New friend tomorrow
Don't get upset
People say its doing fine
Fellow Cons I see sometime

That's not what I want to hear
Woo who who who
I want to know it'll always be here

Good thing
Where have you gone
Doo doo doobie doo
Our good thing
You've been gone too long
Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo
Good thing

One day we could elect anyone white
Next day came the blight
Demographics became
Hey hey hey hey
The determining rule
Woo who who who
Caught me dreaming like a fool

Good thing
My good thing
Doo doo doobie doo
My my my my my good thing
Where have you gone
Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo
My good thing
Hey hey my good thing
Doo doo doobie doo good thing

White man
Where have you gone
Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo good thing
It's been so long
Good God man
Doo doo doobie doo good thing
Good God man
Good God man
Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo good thing
Good God
Doo doo doobie doo good thing
Good God


My good thing

 

[freedombecki]

earnestly lavishing all one's time​

into simpatico labors sublime​

gathers great and genuine sweat;​

things are good in comity's net​

perpetuity
surrogate
resident​

 

[Impenitent]

Eastwood - Westwood - Deadwood

Stolen stolen stolen
Stolen stolen stolen
Stolen stolen stolen
Though this skit is stolen,
I'll hem and haw all night

Stolen stolen stolen
Though this skit is stolen
From Charley McCarthy
And Edgar Bergen
I'll try to keep it rollin

Stolen stolen stolen
Unlike any other Romney surrogate
I was already old during Watergate
But they thought I might be useful
With a dose of prune juice and Metamucil

Now, movin movin movin
While i know I'm no Charlton Heston
They brought me in for my big gun
But being regular and remembering what to say
Is now all it takes to make my day

Stolen stolen stolen
Invisible Obama I'll perpetuate
Like Jimmy Stewart and his rabbit
But I'd be a little hesitant
To count him out as a White House resident

Move along, head on out
Head on out, move along
Write us off, count us out
Count us out, write us off
We'll hem and haw all night

We'll hem and haw all night !


Hem haw Heston

 

[Capstone]

The Arms of Freedom

The aftermarket magazines
have made their way behind the scenes,
where some embrace the Heston Way
with hands not cold by any means,

or dead to pry the guns away
from members of the NRA,
whose rights to bear those firearms
have stood to stand again today

against a slew of false alarms
and other actors' phony charms,
who bitch and moan and hem and haw,
'cuz freedom WON'T lay down its arms!​

Haven't lost it.

 

[Impenitent]

Gilligan's Island

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from the living room
Of terrorists Bill and Bernadette

The candidate was a former organizer
His mate absorbed in hate
Together they all hatched a plan
On that ominous date

His writing started getting rough,
The terrible script was tossed,
If not for the dreams of the fearless crew
The Messiah would be lost, the Messiah would be lost.

The book would be written in a most unusual way
With Barack Obama,
Michelle too,
The millionaire and his wife,
Reverend Wright
The Weathermen Ayers and Dohrn
All sharing a dream for a day

So this is the tale of the castaways
They're in for the long, long haul
They'll have to make they best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

The Messiah and Michelle too,
Will do their very best,
To keep the others anonymous
In this ruled by radicals quest

No photos, no recordings, no paper trail
An unusual Obama enterprise
Not built on fail
An enterprise not built on fail

So join us here each week my friends
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven underhanded castaways,
We'll be here for a long, long while


Haters gotta hate

 

[Capstone]

The voice of one among the 'haters' calls
to those who listen with discerning ears,

"This hatred in my heart, these bitter tears
in flight where RIGHTEOUS indignation falls,
has found its place at last above the fray
of strings connected to the empty suits
adept at manufacturing disputes
(inept in almost every other way)."

That place is not within the courts of Kings,
nor in the Houses of the 'ruling class';
it lies where candles flicker off the brass
behind the Wizard's curtain-rods and rings.

"We've gotta find the nerve, the heart, the brain,
to END that false magician's hidden reign."​

...sooner than later.

 

[Impenitent]

Werewolves of Congress

I saw a werewolf with the farm bill in his hand
Walking through Oklahoma City in the rain
He was looking for the Sooner hungry and damned
Gonna give 'em a piece of personal disdain

Ah-oooh, werewolves of Congress
Ah-oooh
Ah-oooh, werewolves of Congress
Ah-oooh

If you hear him howling about runaway entitlements
Better not re-elect him
Little old lady starved late last night
Werewolves of Congress again

Ah-oooh, werewolves of Congress
Ah-oooh
Ah-oooh, werewolves of Congress
Ah-oooh

He's the heavy handed gent who filibustered to raise your rent
He'd rather cut taxes for the rich, than have Obamacare

Better stay away from him
He'll repossess your new heart, Jim
And replace it with despair
Werewolves of Congress

Ah-oooh, werewolves of Congress
Ah-oooh
Ah-oooh, werewolves of Congress
Ah-oooh

Well, I saw John McCain walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of Congress
I saw Lindsay Graham walking like the Queen
Doing the werewolves of Congress
I saw a werewolf screaming for more red meat
Came straight from The Fellowship
Werewolves of Congress playing trick or treat


Draw more blood

 

[Capstone]

A Word to the Wise

For those inclined to buy Israeli lies,
step back and ask yourselves, who benefits
from sticks and stone-age rockets in the skies
that "justify" the never-ending blitz?

In what can only be called 'genocide',
as fraudulent elections place the blame
on citizens whose options to decide
were limited to leaders who'd inflame

the sentiments of false security,
the builders of the concrete barricades
have pushed "the enemy" into the sea
of blood they've drawn for more than six decades.

So, take the next report of rockets fired
or tunnels giving credit to Hamas
with all the skepticism that's required
to pave the way for Truth to come across.​

Time has come...

 

[Impenitent]

"Left Wing Trollboy"
(rhinestone cowboy)

I've been workin' these boards so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every wisecrack in these murky diatribes on USMB

Where innuendo's the name of the game
And nice guys get brushed away
Like the snow and the rain

There's been a load of compromisin'
Maybe to myself I've been lyin'
But I didn't wanna be where the light was shinin' on me

Like a left wing trollboy
Tossed out on the horse that I rode in on

Like a left wing trollboy
Gettin' snark and derision from people I don't even know
And threats comin' over the phone

Well, It's hard to work under constrain
Tho a can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the wrong way

And I dream of the things I'd do
With the freedom to bluntly tell you
Just what I think of you know who

There's been a load of compromisin'
And to myself I've been lyin'
But I' didn't wanna be where the light is shinin' on me

Like a left wing trollboy
Tossed out on the horse that I rode in on

Left wing trollboy
Gettin' snark and derision from people I don't even know
And threats comin' over the phone

Like a left wing trollboy
Tossed out on the horse that I rode in on

Like a left wing trollboy
Gettin' snark and derision from people I don't even know

And threats comin' over the phone


Can't
Refudiate
That

 

[Capstone]

Petrarchan Fence

Let's sit together on that fence
and dodge the mud-pies put in flight
by pundits from the Left and Right,
whose arguments make little sense
to those of us who take offense
to issues painted black or white
to force us all to fight their fight
and largely at our own expense.

The myths they sell of 'either/or'
so often with invented words
"refudiate" themselves away
and really should be heard no more,
though drones in their respective herds...
can't help but listen anyway.​

Red, Blue, Purple...